Wei Yang secretly praised: "I am worthy of being an old world!"

Elder Song and the other two had already turned to the base of the wall, and they were squatting. They rushed straight to the next door. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yang stopped opening the door and covered his nose and silently wielded his internal strength. Then he heard a sound from the other side, and some heavy weapon landed on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Elder Hao rushed out of the Confucian Temple.

Wei Yang ignored it and quickly walked over to the women's temples. Then he saw a woman lying on the outer edge of the kang, with one hand spreading softly and holding a dagger in the other hand.

who is she?

Without thinking about it, Wei Yang turned around and ran towards the old man's house under the woman's other temples.

Originally, he wanted to rely on his own deterrence to make the two not tell the story of tonight. Since the three old men were willing to help, there was no need to let them know about tonight.

Suddenly, he felt a thrust under his feet, as if something was cushioning.

Wei Yang bent down and grabbed it, and grabbed an object smaller than his slap from the ground. He didn't think about it carefully. When he ran to the door, he took a look at it under the luminous light. It was a token.

The token was dark and there were no words on it.

Wei Yang looked carefully and saw that the person was above...

"Mingjiao?"

Wei Yang was surprised.

The token has a boiling pattern of flames.

But the Ming Cult has long been destroyed by the Ming Taizu, and now the Sun and Moon Divine Sect is the authentic one.

Although the symbol of the Divine Cult has flames, it will be set off by one day and one month.

This pattern is a total flame.

Wei Yang felt another surprise.

He suddenly remembered four words, "Persian Ming Cult."

They still exist?

Wei Yang suppressed this doubt first, put the token in his arms, and ran quickly into the yard. He suddenly heard two thumps in the Buddhist temple, and Elder Wen's chuckling: "Lear down!"

Then, a heavy footstep ran out of the Buddhist temple, as if he was about to rush to the Confucian Temple.

Elder Hao had already returned there. He was on the wall of the Confucian Temple. His footsteps paused and he rushed towards him.

Wei Yang's heart flashed with lightning, and his eyes glanced at the large water tank placed at the door. It was an object used by every household as fire protection facilities in this era. So he took a pack of poison. Wei Yang quickly walked to the front of the tank, poured a large bag inside without saying a word, about half a pound, and then he retreated to the old man's door. He shook his hands gently, pushed open the door, entered the door and looked at the kang. The two sleeping men were each holding a quilt.

Wei Yang made a move like lightning, lit the two of them's sleepy holes, then flashed out and stood at the door to see an extremely tall monk wearing a gray monk's robe, as if a vajra was jumping over the wall.

The monk's breathing was extremely rough and turbid, with a faint red light, which seemed to force his internal energy to spread out.

Wei Yang was overjoyed when he saw his eyes red. He saw Elder Hao following him like a shadow and attacking. He knew that the other eight people were probably overturned by the three, so he leaned against the door frame and pointed at the big tank, saying, "That monk, there is a big water tank over there. You stand inside and fight him."

The monk was stunned, his eyes were red. He saw a short figure pointing at some point. He looked along and couldn't help but feel happy and shouted: "Good man, you are a good man, thank you."

Elder Hao was stunned and couldn't help but curse: "Dare you dare to ruin my good things?"

The monk smiled grimly, but did not dare to make a loud shout. He rushed to the front of the water tank with one step. He didn't think much about it and jumped in.

Wei Yang shouted again: "Master, are you thirsty? So anxious?"

yes!

Elder Hao pretended to curse, "I will kill this guy first!"

He flashed and headed straight for Wei Yang. The monk was overjoyed and squatted down in the water tank and whispered. He didn't know how much he drank. He felt comfortable all over his body, and his unbearable anxiety disappeared three points. Then he stood up from the water tank, put his palms on and shot dozens of palms from all directions.

Wei Yang and Elder Hao stood at the door of the room, several feet away from the monk's feet, but they also felt a strong wind rushing on their faces, and the corners of their clothes were clamoring.

"This guy has such a deep inner strength!"

Wei Yang exclaimed.

Elder Hao praised: "The Vajra's magical power of subduing demons is indeed extremely powerful!"

Wei Yang smiled again and said, "Master, I have caught this old man. You should drink a few more sips of water."

At this moment, the monk realized something was wrong.

"You! Who are you?" He saw Wei Yang standing with the old man with a smile, and knew that he had been fooled, but he didn't expect that Daoer, who had been attacked again, dared to curse, "The Central Plains martial arts world is despicable, shameless, poisoned and attacked to win."

Wei Yang spread his hands and said, "So the hero who sneaked into the city late at night is actually a hero?"

Elder Hao was impatient and talked too much. He was about to fight again. Wei Yang grabbed him and said strangely: "This poison is called "suffering donkey". It attacks in the blink of an eye. Why haven't it happened yet?"

The monk then realized that under the extremely impulsive medicinal properties, there was a toxicity that gradually expanded along his meridians to the top of his head.

"mean!"

The monk jumped up, and he clearly felt that he could easily jump out of the height, but he couldn't jump out of the big jar. He slammed his feet, rushed down, and smashed his head to the ground. With a thud, he knocked himself unconscious.

Wei Yang was not relieved, so he followed Elder Hao. The two of them looked over the monk and saw that his face was like gold paper. There was still a faint force outside his body. They dissipated while breathing. They both praised and said, "Good internal strength!"

But Elder Hao took three steps away from Wei Yang.

This guy forced open the monk's mouth, poured half a pack of poison into it, picked up the horse spoon and poured it into it, and then put the other person in a garment on the large tank with a monk's robe. While helping to breathe, he stuffed another poison. This is really...

"It's really a sin to provoke him!" Elder Hao walked aside with his hands in his arms, but he didn't go over to help.

The battle was over, and the three men were carrying two, and Elder Song kicked two of them with his feet. The two did not fall to the ground at all, and were as light as cotton wool. He actually kicked them over.

"The national football team must have this level..." Wei Yang sighed in his heart.

Elder Wen threw the two fat monks under his feet, and saw that their faces were red. Although they fainted, there was a lot of turbid air in their nostrils.

Elder Wen asked, “How to solve it?”

Wei Yang reached out and grabbed one, and quickly slapped the Qihai acupoint three or five times.

Elder Wen turned around.

It's really a disaster to be ruthless!

Wei Yang abolished the opponent's martial arts and threw it into the big tank.

That kind of medicine is usually said to be magical and seems to have no medicine to solve. In fact, a bucket of water has already solved the problem!

Wei Yang did the same thing and destroyed all the martial arts skills. When the monk was asked, Elder Song reached out to block it and taught: "Catch it and give it to Zhao Yunfu. This guy is full of top martial arts in the Shaolin family. If the prince's mansion asks about Duandi, how could he dare not give you the best martial arts secrets?"

Disaster!

The old man was very thick-skinned.

So……

"It's good to try it." Wei Yang did not regard the Vajra magical power of subduing demons as a treasure that he was determined to win. He reached out to point his sword, poured his internal strength and poked the other party's pipa bone.

The four demons don't watch together.

Even though Elder Song had known that Wei Yang was vicious, he would have never imagined that this guy was so vicious.

He is really a person who is involved. If he can't kill him, he will try every means to kill the other party's ruthless tricks.
Chapter completed!